The deep water in the travel poster finds me 
In the change as I was about to back away 
From the idea of the comedy around us— 
In the chairs. And you too knew how to do the job 
Just right. Trumpets in the afternoon 
And you first get down to business and 
The barges disappear, one by one, up the river. 
One of them must be saved for a promise, But no, 
The park continues. There is no space between the leaves.